| She came through the front door looking fast as a big train
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| Booking down the line
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| And she was looking fine
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| Long and lean and dressed to kill
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| Stacked up high with perfect wheels
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| And there aren’t no chance, that girl would ever dance with me
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| She got all those city boys pushing and shoving
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| A country boy like me don’t ever get no uptown loving
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| She’s Sweet, she’s got them melting in her hand
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| Whoever gets a taste of that cup of sugar
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| Sure is a lucky man
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| She’s sweet, telling you boys
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| She’s babelicious, I can’t reach that Georgia peach
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| But she sure looks delicious
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| I had nothing else to do
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| So I threw down two more shots of booze
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| And it made me strong
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| I strapped my courage on
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| I said 'would you like a drink?
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| 'By chance, no what I mean is would you like to dance with me?
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| Please.' |
| in my best southern ease
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| It got hot on the dance floor when she whispered in my ear
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| 'I think I found my county boy, let’s get out of here'
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| I said 'sweet'
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| I’m melting in her hand
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| I feel like a spoon in a cup of blonde sugar
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| Y’all looking at the lucky man
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| I said 'sweet'
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| Mmm boys she’s babelicious
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| That Georgia peach is now in my reach
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| And don’t she look delicious?
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| Look here now, she’s sweet
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| I’m melting in her hand
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| I feel like a spoon in a cup of blonde sugar
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| Y’all looking at the lucky man
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| She’s sweet, mmm boys she’s babelicious
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| That Georgia peach is now in my reach
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| And don’t she look delicious?
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| She’s sweet |